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Wipers keep score in a red-washed lane. Tendons twang; old caution clears its throat. The shortcut idles, windows fogging. Three beats choke, the fourth lands hard. The light is only paint. I nose through the hush that calls itself law— a camera wink, a breath I have to swallow.
Alternative version
Red holds the cross-street; wipers count reasons. I’m done with lanes where nothing breaks. If I wait for perfect, I wait for years. Run—the—red— not to crash, but to live: tarmac slick, pulse bright, doubt dim.
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Red light staring like an open eye, Wipers counting down the reasons why. My hands on the wheel, knuckles white, Whole future packed in a single right. I’ve been the good kid, the careful one, Always slowing down before the fun. But I’m tired of living in the lane Where nothing breaks and nothing changes. If I wait for perfect, I’ll wait for years, If I wait for fearless, I’ll freeze right here. So I take one breath, I choose the risk— I choose the road that remembers this. Run— The— Red— I’m gonna run the red, run the red, Not to crash— just to live instead. I’m done asking “what if” in my head, I’m done rehearsing a life I never led. When the world says “stop”, I hear “begin”, When my doubt says “stay”, I step again. (Whoa-oh-oh) feel my pulse in my chest, (Whoa-oh-oh) I won’t settle for less. Lipstick mark on a coffee cup, Clock tower glow when the sun’s not up. Street sweeper sparks in the gutter lane, Everything dirty still looks like change. I don’t need luck, I don’t need fate, I need a door and I need a break. So if my voice shakes, let it shake— That’s just the sound of a chain that breaks. If I wait for perfect, I’ll wait for years… Run— The— I’m gonna run the red…
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